[Chorus]
Motherfuck yo record label, trick
Motherfuck yo record label, snitch

[Verse 1]
What's up busta, I gotta let ya know
I got the .44 moving fast on ya, ho
Motherfuck you and your record label
Let's gone get raw and take it to the next level
I heard what you and your partner was spittin'
That was bitch shit, now the four gon be hittin'
Fuck all them n***as in yo crew
Be a real n***a and ride solo, fool
Bustin' station cars swangin' in ya videos
And you use the same gals that I used before
I know you wantin' me to shine
Hell naw, n***a, you done lost yo mind
And come on time, with a bitch ass n***a
You 'bout to see flame pops true ass killa
And I don't give a fuck how much they pay me
It'll be on your shit, they have to slay me

[Chorus]
Motherfuck yo record label, trick
Motherfuck yo record label, snitch
Motherfuck yo record label, trick
Motherfuck yo record label, snitch
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm callin' you bustas out
I dare one of you faggots to come to my house
'Cause while you come through to hoop or hate
I'm blastin' you soon as you hit the gate
And I'ma go hard
Fuck a funeral, you gettin' buried in my backyard
Stepped on the lawn of a G
And got popped in the head, real quickly
I'm supposed to be sad 'cause you a walkin' five ten?
Holla at God, that's between you and him
What's between us the hollow point to your chest cavity
Now pause for a n***a as you pulled by gravity
That's what I'm talkin' about, gangster shit
Faggot ass busta got your top half split

[Chorus]
Motherfuck yo record label, trick
Motherfuck yo record label, snitch
Motherfuck yo record label, trick
Motherfuck yo record label, snitch
Motherfuck yo record label, trick
Motherfuck yo record label, snitch
Motherfuck yo record label, trick
Motherfuck yo record label, snitch